A/N: Chichi's PoV :)

As I lay in bed with a man other than my husband, it isn't his name that pours from my swollen lips. It is the name of this other man, a man which has kept me company for years following my dimwitted husband's death all those years ago: Vegeta. His canines break the delicate skin of my neck, my sweet crimson-red blood gushing into his mouth. His tongue is quick to join in on the act as his mouth is now depleting my very life's supply. Yet, he is not greedy. He stops when he feels my grip on him loosen, both from above and below, and then offers his neck up to me; however, I never take it.

"This will make us mates," he says to me in his usual low, husky voice, "so you ought to choose your actions wisely." I ask him how it is possible for him to also have me for a mate, as well as Bulma. He responds by explaining the bond between Bulma and himself was broken long ago, and has yet to be reestablished. Upon questioning why, he simply says he never wanted it back. He'd rather have his freedom. My head then begins to spin.

Why is it that I am so hesitant to claim this man as my own? Goku and I. . .our relationship is almost nonexistent. We sleep in the same bed, yet distant from one another. Our backs are never touching, nor are our arms or legs. We sleep as far away from one another as we can.

. . .It's truly terrible.

Our children, for the most part, say nothing, but I know they have an idea of what's going on. Goku eats his food in silence, never once cracking a joke or a laugh. He simply just eats, disposes of his dish, and heads outside to do Dende knows what. Goten doesn't understand it fully, and I am thankful for such a thing, but I know Gohan knows.

"You smell different, Mom," is what he says to me one day after returning home from school. I didn't know what to say. I tried to pass it off as just claiming to have bought a new bottle of perfume, though he caught on immediately. "No," he said sternly, "I mean your scent."

. . .I shouldn't have been so careless.

Having a pubescent Saiyan in the house, and I still continued my affair.

Truly, I am a fool. The youngest notes now and then that his "Uncle" has been here. He also notes that Trunks is never with him. He asks me why "Uncle" Vegeta was here, and how come Trunks wasn't. He also notes that his "Uncle's" scent strengthens the closer he gets to me.

"Oh, I bet he wanted to talk to you! Right, Mom? Uncle Vegeta wanted to talk to you!"

His face lights up with a smile. Dende bless his innocence. "He must have given you a big hug, too! I can't even smell Dad on you anymore!"

. . .I just hope it lasts.

Goten then encircles his tiny arms around my waist, and dashes out the front door. Upon asking where he was going, he claims that he is going to pay "Uncle" Vegeta and "Auntie" Bulma a visit. At that moment, I wonder what Vegeta smells like. Can Bulma smell me on him? It isn't as if she is unaware of where he goes when he leaves Capsule Corp. Just like how I am not when Goku leaves. Goku completely reeks of expensive perfume when he walks in the door in the middle of the night and takes his place beside me in bed. Our cold, lifeless bed. A bed that only feels warmth when his fellow Saiyan is in it, bringing me to extraordinary heights over and over. Heights that Goku himself used to bring me to.

When Goku wished to remain in Other World after the defeat of Cell, I was devastated. I was but twenty-nine years old; I wasn't even thirty yet. I had already lost my husband once before, not to mention the numerous amount of close-calls Goku had over the years. It would be enough to drive any human woman away.

Yet, I stayed.

I stayed because I loved this man, even when I learned the true reason of why he, as a child, had a tail. Even when I learned that Piccolo ended up killing him in an attempt to kill Ra ditz to buy the Earth a little more time to prepare. Even when I learned what happened, via our son, when his race was exposed to the light of the full moon. Even when I learned that he was going to take off into the depths of space to risk his life, yet again, for the sake of the entire universe. Even when I learned what a monster he had become: His temper raged out of control; his hair grew golden; his eyes lightened to a beautiful, yet feral, emerald green. Through all of that, I stayed. I remained faithful to him. Though when he decided he was going to abandon the family he had made, and, at the time, was still very much growing inside of me, I had enough.

Not long after giving birth to Goten, maybe about two-three years after, I found comfort in Vegeta. Whenever Trunks was to stay at my house for the day, Vegeta would be the one to drop him off. In the beginning he seemed more than annoyed, having to deal with "Kakarot's annoying vixen of a woman," as I had heard Bulma retell to many people. Slowly but surely, he softened up. A half hour stay soon turned into an hour, then two, then three. . . Pretty soon Vegeta would stay the entire duration of our sons' play dates, spending each and every waking moment by my side.

We never had sex with the boys in the house. Since both of them derived from Saiyan blood, they would easily be able to feel the sudden rise and fall of Vegeta's power level. Our first time came after I had dropped Goten of at Capsule Corp one afternoon. Upon returning home, I noticed the front door was unlocked. I screamed for my father, and received no answer. Cautiously, I opened the door. My head swung around the door, first peaking into the kitchen (finding nothing), and then to the living room. Vegeta was camped out on the couch, his eyes glued to the television set. I couldn't make out what he was watching as I sighed in relief and closed the front door behind myself. I looked to see his face light up with a smile as a joke was cracked on the T.V. program. His eyes shifted away from the television for a brief moment, only to return just as quick. He fixed his posture as I stared him down, poking my head into his line of view. It was an old movie, one that Goku and myself would watch constantly.

Vegeta asked kindly if I cared to sit down as he scoot over to make room. I thanked him and took him up on his offer, asking him how long he had been here. "Eh," he began, "not all too long. I'd say maybe about an hour, probably a bit less than that." My hand then drifted over the to top of his thigh. His eyes fell to my hand, then up to my face. I could tell he had some sort of idea about what was on my mind when he pulled my hand closer to his crotch.

"You know, Vegeta," I began, despite how I was more than sure he knew what I wanted, "the boys aren't here for once. . ." My hand left his thigh as I stood upon my knees on the couch. A hand reached up to the bun I called "hair". I loosened the band holding my hair up, sending my raven locks cascading down my shoulders. I could see that Vegeta was quite interested in where my little "show" was going to head next; his nose twitched once I let my hair down. It was clear that his nose had caught the scent of my hair. It seemed all the more pleasing to him. My eyes landed on his crotch as I swung my leg over to straddle his strong thighs. I noticed it was raised slightly, though, Vegeta's crotch always had a bulge. It didn't matter what the man wore. His "goods" were always on display. His hands came up to hold my hips as he looked up at me. I wasn't sure, but it looked as if his face had gotten a bit more colorful. The thought of Vegeta actually blushing set my stomach aflutter. Vegeta isn't exactly the type of guy you would think could be sentimental. He's usually awfully cruel, and not to mention rude. He acts as if shame is a word that does not exist in his vocabulary. He is one to believe that showing any type of emotion, other than triumphant joy, is a sign of weakness. No wonder he was so easy to fall into this affair with me.

The man has no remorse.

At that moment he took over, his hands lifting from my thighs to my shoulders. He pulled me closer and whispered to me: "You're such a lonely housewife, aren't you. . . ?" His mouth attacked my neck, sucking it hard. He left his trail of marks and he ripped through the fabrics of my attire with ease. If this was Goku, I probably would have began yelling at him for being so careless. Yet, at that moment, I didn't even want to risk losing the intoxicating pleasure Vegeta was giving me. His mouth attached to the top of one breast while his free hand dug its way into my pants. He caressed my pulsing nub with such skill that my fingers almost ripped out every strand of hair on his head. His tongue then found the middle of my chest, licking it upwards towards my mouth. Vegeta pulled me down into his lap as he removed his hand from my pants. He brought his fingers to my mouth.

"Wouldn't you like to taste how lonely you are?" was what he said. His fingers then pried my mouth open, my own tongue wrapping around the digits with hunger. A wicked grin appeared on the prince's face as he watched me clean my essence from his fingers. "So lonely. . ." he teased. "I'm eager to find out if your womanhood sucks with as much force and need as your mouth." His hands then ran down my form, stopping at my hips. Vegeta lifted my bottom up so he could slip my pants and underwear off. I helped a bit, too, taking what remained off after he slipped them over my behind. He gave my behind a light slap and a squeeze, and I moaned and arched my back towards him in response. Once again, I saw that wicked grin appear on his features.

. . .What am I getting myself into. . . .? is what was going through my mind at that moment. Why am I acting like his little bitch? Sure, Goku never did this before we had sex. . .but that doesn't mean the sex we had was horrible. . .

And really, it wasn't. Goku and I had wonderful sex. When the universe wasn't under attack by some evil force, that is. Though, I'm really not one to say that it was wonderful. Goku was, afterall, my first ever sexual partner. When he proposed to me when we were children, that was when I vowed I would save myself for him, and only him.

I really am such an idiot.

Vegeta grabbed my behind and threw me down onto the couch, making quick work of his own garments. He flung his shirt and belt high into the air; my own eyes couldn't even follow where they landed due to the lust-filled cloud in my head and the pure speed in which they were thrown. His hands fumbled with the button to his denim jeans, undoing it and unzipping them. He entered his boxers and pulled his manhood out from the front, proceeding to pull my legs around his midsection. Vegeta's fingers were suddenly in my mouth again. "Coat them good for me, okay?" was what he hissed out. I think I nodded; I'm not really all that sure. I know I did what he said, because it wasn't long until he withdrew them from my mouth and ran them along his length. I felt the head of his penis being rubbed lightly against my entrance. "I want you to scream out once I enter you. Nice and loud, so that the entire world can hear it." He stopped to smirk. "I know you have the voice for it, Chichi." Vegeta leaned over me, painfully slipping his member into me inch by frustrating inch.

I really wished he would have just shoved the whole thing in with one fluid movement.

His mouth sucked on my neck again as my hands clawed up his back. I screamed out at the incredible fullness I felt from below. I should have looked at "it" before he began slipping it in, or as he was doing it. It was big; that's all I knew.

And it felt fucking wonderful.

So. Fucking. Wonderful.

I writhed and screamed and moaned beneath him as he pumped in and out of me. He breathed into my ear, nipping at it has he wrapped both hands around my breasts.

Now, this is where the whole "blood play"thing between him and I started. Instead of screaming out like he wanted me to do, I ended up biting into his shoulder. His blood rushed into my mouth, and I felt him tense. His eyes locked with mine; they looked panicked. Immediately, I feared I had done something wrong. Though, all he did was next was skim his teeth over my collar bone. He resumed his thrusting as if nothing had happened, though it was a bit more relaxed. It wasn't nearly as heated as it had been before I had bitten him.

We both lasted for a good half hour, me screaming his name out into the empty house as I came. His mouth hung open as he stilled inside of me, nothing but the sound of labored breathing escaping his gaping cavern. He had much sharper canines than Goku. He also looked much more...adorable...as he came. One hand gripped at the back of the couch and the other one was clinging to a cushion for dear life, me being in the middle. Vegeta gave a final tiny thrust as he exhaled greatly. I was able to feel the warmth he deposited inside of me begin to drip down my thighs.

He didn't collapse on top of me, which I found a bit odd. I could see that he was clearly tired as my hands reached up to hold his face. One of his hands joined one of mine. It brought my hand to his lips, which curled up into a smile. At that moment, I truly felt as if he was the most beautiful man in the entire universe. Very much more so than my husband.

. . .Will things between Goku and I ever be the same. . . ?

I find myself falling out of love with him more and more by the day. Does he even still love me? Does he still think about me? Does my sleeping with Vegeta night after night eat him up inside, as his sleeping with Bulma eats me up inside? These are all questions I'm way too scared to ask, especially right now.

Vegeta has long since left, kissing me good-bye as he always does. I watched him off, waving to him once he turned back around. My smiled dropped like a ten-ton weight off my face as soon as he vanished from view. I hurried to the bathroom, opening up the medicine cabinet with such haste that I almost forgot what I was doing.

Oh, I remember clearly now.

Moments later, my horror is confirmed. I turn the box over to double check, holding the thin white stick within my hands. Two solid blue lines, making a cross: Pregnant.

My name is Son Chichi, and I am carrying the child of my husband's arch rival.

A/N: If you couldn't tell, I'm a fan of pregnancies fucking everything up. I honestly think that the worst thing that can happen. Ever.